FLOWER ARRANGEMENT IN PINK PLASTIC

Roses, waxen-pale

A static sweetness

Clustered in cool conformity

Smug among painted leaves

Only three

And these at odds

A preposterous perpetual triangle

One pointing due North

One slanting due South

One striking out for overhead

With glorious impossible bravado

But the gladioli

Imprisoned in rootless glass

Strive vainly for release

#poetrymonth

#gardenmeditation